A nice warm day shouldn't be worrisome for anyone. Well, maybe for someone rushing to a an important meeting or date in a suit and tie. This wasn't, however, the case. Günter was pretty much worried because the clouds covering most of the sky had never cleared up so fast, almost instantly.
While wandering he had chosen to follow a new route on mostly familiar grounds and not only the weather, but also the surroundings were weird. It wasn't the first time for Günter to be exploring, often had he decided for extra steps and more than once been lost, yet never experienced something like this. The most reasonable thing to do was to follow a river.
Günter heard repetitive thuds, the source seemed to be under the river bank. Still not knowing where he was or whom he might encounter the steps towards them were taken with a great care.
There was a nice terrace underneath, it was not a sandy beach, not even a clearing, but had enough space with minimal undergrowth and therefore easier to move around. The rustle of the running water was quiet enough and didn't block out the sounds of two persons.
One of them was a female, a young one, her light-brown hair was set into two braids. Unusual, though, was her clothing. Its style seemed to originate from some long gone era. A brownish dress with an apron, an off-white blouse, under the hem of her dress bare feet were visible.
Was her costume historically correct, Günter couldn't tell. He wasn't historian nor cosplayer. Even if he had had thorough knowledge in the particular field, he might have not cared for it. While the maiden was wearing rather unusual clothes, her partner wore none. Instead, there was a pile of cloths, most likely made out of his former attire. Günther's attention was, however, drawn to something much more interesting, to what was going on.
The naked man, not old, but definitely having seen more winters than the girl, supported himself against a tree while receiving a harsh birching. The bundle seemed to have lost most of the leaves. Günter couldn't exactly see the condition of the his backside, but his twitching hinted that it must have been pretty challenging to endure.
It took a while for Günter to wake from his astonishment and glance around to be sure he was hidden enough for no one would accidentally stumble on him secretly enjoying the show in an unusual setting. While he was a bit anxious to find out where he was and where he should go, this seemed to be a fair reason for postponing his exploration for a while.
The birching seemed to take surprisingly long time, especially as Günter hadn't come across it from the beginning. The lashes, though slowly paced, seemed to be mixed with rage, at least the maiden's body language gave the idea. In contrast of grace in her other movements now and then, the blows she delivered didn't look like being delivered by a well-trained dominatrix.
Now Günter took some time to have a closer look on the man's piled-up clothing. Neither the style nor details couldn't be distinguished, but much brigher colours hinted that he had accidentally stumbled onto a roleplay of peasant girl and nobleman – the roles were 'reversed', though.
Still, something seemed to be off, his anxiety was fed a bit more after the last blows had been delivered and the maiden had thrown away the bundle of long and slender twigs. A few louder words that came from her lips while she grabbed and tossed her sub on the ground were undoubtedly unknown. Familiar in a way, yes, but still unrecognisable.
Normally Günter would have pondered over it, but considering what was going on he preferred to set the thought aside as much as he could and pay attention on the performance near the river where the naked man had been pushed down on his belly while his tormentor had squatted down and bent herself over his upper body as if telling or whispering something.
